on summer

talk of clear blue sky
and here it is, like crystal
devoid of hirundines

~

n.b. Where are the swallows, martins and swifts? I was lucky enough to hear their familiar squeals, then count seven swifts later this evening, but not a swallow or martin, above the houses, or down by the lakeside earlier.

CLP 24/06/2022

Contactless / Miradas-19

A pamphlet containing five of my poems from the first Covid-19 UK lockdown has been published in the ‘Unmasked Writings’ series by Egg Box Publishing of Norwich.

The experiences of those days seem quite distant now. Having WordPress and you, its lovely online readers and writers, was a central part of the experience and crucial to me being able to maintain perspective. The poems in the collection are hereby dedicated to each of you who has ever read, liked, or commented on my posts. Thank you for being out there.

Alongside a prose poem by André P Hughes, the five poems I wrote in this short collection, appear with beautiful Spanish translations by Aida López Milán. If you would like a copy, please order from Egg Box Publishing:

https://www.eggboxpublishing.com/product-page/unmasked-writings-5-contactless

The publisher is a non-profit organisation linked to the University of East Anglia, all proceeds go into publishing new writers’ work…but not to the writers.

CLP. 23/06/2022

on the moon

did you really think
such beauty could pass unseen
behind a silk screen?

~

CLP 17/06/2022

on evening

dusk draws up magic
Strawberry Moon, dragonflies
our path less certain

~

CLP 16/06/2022

on air

at Somerleyton
sky thick with summer's silence
effortless red kite

~

CLP 12/06/2022

June

in England
exam halls full
biros scribbling
humidity and heat
someone decreed the tie must be worn

they will hear nothing of the lark
catch not the cuckoo calling
cannot simmer in the slow burn to Solstice
the ticking clock
ninety minutes of mathematics

a pair of blackbirds flush out the jay
heron stalking by the weir
deep dwellers snapping at surface midges
reeds revelling with rainbow trout
two hundred children sat in rows

stretched out under the sun
barley feathering the fields
the school year runs
in laps that tighten the adult grip
on childhood

~

CLP 07/06/2022

on land

walk me through fields
knee deep grasses, wild flowers
we'll mow them by hand

~

CLP 06/06/2022

on time

crossing road, stops, waits
leave, or carry it over?
hedgehog prickles sharp

~

n.b. It’s been some time since I have seen a hedgehog alive. Their natural defence is to stop, curl into a ball then hold still until the perceived threat passes. They have yet to work out that this doesn’t work when approached by motor vehicles.

This beauty stopped right in the middle of the street as I was passing last evening, so I lifted it with barehands and placed it behind a low wall on some grass on the side it was heading.

A few moments later three police vehicles rolled by very slowly and quietly. They turned left and pulled up to make a raid. The hedgehog would have had no chance against that convoy.

~

CLP 24/05/2022

on time

things happen unseen
turn your back for five minutes
and what do you know!

~

n.b. Summer? Already?

CLP 20/05/2022

on high

they called by briefly
sketching loops and arcs above
such a swift visit

~

n.b. Where have you gone, oh beautiful birds? Sad to say my picture shows gulls circling…

CLP 18/05/2022